Tariq Omarshah (Zimbabwe, AC 06-08)
‘It’s dark outside’ she whispers, scared.
I smile to try and comfort her.
‘What if they come back?’ she continues.
For this I have no gesture, no words.
We sit in our living-room, alone.
The candle flickers.
‘They hurt her,’ the child says, slowly.
I look away.
I can’t look into those innocent pools.
They’re too familiar.